My First Time

Well, seeing as this is my first blog ever i think i should make it special. But i wont. There's not much i can really say for starters. Ok then, i will talk about what I'm going to use this for with up coming events. I am going away to America and felt i needed something to keep in contact with all the people who are special to me back home, thus, the blog was formed. Proudly brought you you by Jono!, this blog will let you know about all the amazing (and lets face it, the not so amazing) parts of my experience in America.

My America trip has been in the making for absolute months. It has been driving me, as well as my family crazy trying to get all the paperwork organized. There are just so many pointless form that are needed so these Americans know that I'm not a terrorists! I mean come on, what the hell! 18 year old ex-private school boy from Kew, how much of a terrorist can I be? But still, to get there i must follow the rules. Hate rules. Moving on. We have family friends who run a camp in Seattle called Camp Burton. I don't really know why the camp has that name but i will find out and tell you. But yeah, this guys name is Randolph Farrar. It's a pretty whack name but from talking to him he seems like a very down-to-earth good person (the reason i say that is because i haven't seen him since i was 3 so i cant exactly remember what he was like then or what he looks like for that matter). Ok, so he offered me a job. i though about it and accepted. So now i am doing some stuff with a church and also working as a camp counselor on the camp. I'm not exactly sure what to expect yet. i haven't been told many of the things I'm going to be doing. Ok, I've been told roughly what I'll be doing, such as, running so called 'Faith Building' exercise, little retreats into the wilderness, games and a lot of other fun thing that you would expect from a camp. That about sums it up for now.

So you've stuck with me this far i guess, might be time to do something fun. How about a riddle?

A dozen Royals gathered round,
Entertained by two who clowned.
Each King there had servants ten,
Though none of them were also men.
The lowest servant sometimes might,
Defeat the King in a fair fight.
A weapon stout, a priceless jewel,
The beat of life, a farmer's tool.

What are we talking about here folks?

Hit me back if you think you know the answer. For some, it may be very easy and very clear, but for those of you like me, it'll take you ages until someone finally tells you what it is. So frustrating!

Once again i would like to thank Jono! for this marvelous blog he has set up for me. I will try not to disappoint in delivering the highest quality of writing.